"This time, Huang Shulan's family buried the cliff, obviously it was a curse, but he wanted to handle it as a murder case! He didn't use his mind to think about it, would it do him any good to handle it as a murder case? In such a big case, can he, the political envoy, get out of it? ”

"This person is old-fashioned, stupid and stubborn, and has no self-knowledge, sooner or later he will have to fall into his head!"

Although the voices of the officials were small, Wenge listened to them all, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart when he thought that Ding Zhihuang could live a quiet life after cleaning up the roads and corpses buried by the cliff and supervising the repair of Dujiangyan.

Shanghai, the main hall of "Dianshizhai Pictorial".

"What? Huang Shulan was stoned to death by a cliff in Sichuan? Mei Hong looked at the telegram in his hand, and his hand trembled slightly.

"Yes! It was walking on the mountain road, encountering a cliff and falling, and the whole family of more than 20 people was buried alive in the mountain rocks! Liu Xiyao, the editor-in-chief who sent him the telegram, said happily, "It's really a person who doesn't report to heaven!" ”

After listening to the editor-in-chief's words, Mei Hong was also very happy, but somehow, he always felt that there seemed to be something hidden in this.

"By the way, it's the rainy season in Sichuan this time, can there be a report of disaster?" Mei Hong asked.

"Except for the occasional flooding of the river, there is no other disaster." Liu Xiyao was a little strange why Mei Hong suddenly asked this, thought about it, and replied.

"Oh." Mei Hong nodded, and asked again, "The newspaper in Chengdu has already published this matter?" ”

"Not yet, they feel that in this matter, it is better to unify the drawings and words." Liu Xiyao said slightly suggestively.

Of course, Mei Hong understood what Liu Xiyao meant, and they were all happy that Huang Shulan's family had returned to the West, and wanted to get a unified and relieving picture and words to publish in the pictorial and distribute it nationwide, causing a momentum, exposing Qingliu's face, and letting out a bad breath.

"This is natural, you immediately organize people, put other things aside first, focus on this sketch, and consider the wording." Mei Hong immediately agreed, "Remember, the main idea must be prominent, it is Huang Shulan who has done evil, evil has evil retribution, and she has been punished by God!" ”

"Understood!" A smile appeared at the corner of Liu Xiyao's mouth, "I'll go down to Zhang Luo." ”

"Remember, the sketch should be made more detailed, and the appearance of this traitor should be depicted well, so that people will be hated at first sight." Mei Hong thought for a while, and then emphasized, "I deliberately emphasize that God accepted him, and you must know that this newspaper is also to be read in the palace." ”

"This is natural." Liu Xiyao understood what Mei Hong meant, and nodded in agreement.

"Also, don't mention Lin Wenxiang." Mei Hong said again, "Don't give people the impression that everyone is looking forward to avenging Lin Wenxiang, understand?" ”

Hearing Mei Hong's request, Liu Xiyao felt a little strange, "Why is this?" ”

"If Lin Wenxiang is mentioned, then Zi Qingliu may say that this is not a natural disaster, but a human doing, and someone is avenging Lin Wenxiang." Mei Hong explained, "You must know that Zi Qingliu has been avenging Huang Shulan's exile, and I am afraid that there will inevitably be trouble, so I must guard against it." ”

"What you said is that those clear streams have to rise three feet of waves when there is no wind on weekdays, and this is indeed to be guarded against." Liu Xiyao understood what Mei Hong meant, and nodded again and again.

At that moment, Liu Xiyao went down to arrange the manuscript and text editing, and when Liu Xiyao left, Mei Hong picked up the telegram again and read it.

"Among them, I'm just afraid of ......," Mei Hong said to himself thoughtfully, "If that's the case......

He raised his head and looked at the portrait of Lin Yizhe hanging on the wall, and tears flashed in his eyes.

"That is to say, my guess is only right, Engong, you have hidden all of us so hard......"

Mei Hong smiled, got up and went to the wine cabinet, opened the cabinet door, took out a bottle of red wine, opened it, and poured it into the glass.

He came to Lin Yizhe's portrait with a wine glass, and raised the wine glass, "Now the revenge of the Engong has been avenged!" Yuanshan has no other wish, only looking forward to fulfilling the wish of Engong to enrich the country and strengthen the people, this life is enough! ”

Mei Hong said, drinking the bright red wine in the cup.

More than ten days later, Beijing.

Today, in Weng Shuping's mansion, the gossip officials are gathered together. What they are discussing today is still Huang Shulan.

This was the second time they had discussed Huang Shulan's affairs, but now, Huang Shulan was already a dead person.

"I didn't expect Brother Huang to go like this......" Supervising the imperial historian Sun Lihui remembered the scene when he saw off Huang Shulan, as if it was just yesterday, and couldn't help but whimper.

"I thought that after entering Sichuan, Ding Baochen would be able to take care of him, but I didn't expect something to happen......" Weng Shuping also sighed rarely.

"Brother Huang, you ...... What a miserable walk...... Poor loyal people, the sky does not live with longevity! Gao Hongchao pretended to be sad and said.

Gao Hongchao's attitude, several more officials were infected and whimpered, but without exception, they all "thundered and didn't rain", not real grief.

The so-called "gentleman's friendship is as light as water", in fact, this is it.

"Daifang is already dead, and now we can't help him, so it's better to fight for him a posthumous mourning." Sun Lihui waved his hand and motioned for everyone to be quiet, "It's too much for Daifang to carry the name of a criminal behind him." ”

"Yes, Brother Sun is right, it should be so." Listening to Sun Lihui's suggestion, Gao Hongchao immediately accepted his grief and agreed, "The big guy should be on the fold, please ask the imperial court to exempt Dai Fang from punishment and give him mercy." ”

After Gao Hongchao finished speaking, several speakers immediately followed to express their approval, and then the speakers discussed how to give Huang Shulan a waiver of punishment and mercy, just when everyone was gossiping, a servant walked in and sent the day's "Dianshizhai Pictorial" to Weng Shuping.

"Sir, this is today's pictorial."

Weng Shuping took the newspaper and put it on top of a few cases, waved his hand to the servant, the servant turned and retreated, and the gossip officials couldn't help but be surprised when they saw that Weng Shuping actually looked at the newspaper they had never liked.

"Why does the bottle boy look at this foreigner's newsprint?" A Hanlin Academy editor asked puzzled.

"This is not a foreigner's newsprint, it is a pictorial of line drawings, some of the paintings on it, it looks quite interesting, there are many famous paintings, I heard that the palace also reads it. I've always loved painting and calligraphy, so I bought a few to see them fresh. Weng Shuping replied with a smile, "There are many drawings and descriptions of local customs and situations on this side, which are very detailed, and it can also be used to understand some people's feelings, which is not without benefit." ”

"I remember that when the Japanese invaded Moss, this "Dianshizhai Pictorial" painted a lot of pictures about the battle of Moss, and praised Nabayashi Yizhe to make him famous in the community." Sun Lihui said euphemistically.

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